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Dez Mar 2020
Under the sod
that many trod
I lay asleep
My soul, the Lord does keep
Till time does pass
And eternity comes at last
I shall wait
As my body turns to worm bait.

My soul goes home to glory
Where I shall ever stay
And praise the one
Who is the Son
And to praise the Father
Who was my potter
And fashioned the body
That is now beneath thee.

’Twas a short life I lived
80 years the Lord did give
To me a gift
At times I squandered it
But never cease to ponder it
Why I was called to wander it
Would you please ponder it?
maria Mar 2020
I'm trying to get over you
all I do is think of you
how can I convince myself to forget you?

written on March 27, 2020
© ,Maria
FS-30 Mar 2020
You searched high and low, far and wide,
But never did you realise,
That what you needed was in front of your very own eyes.
Zack Ripley Mar 2019
It was a dark and stormy night
when an angel of death took flight.
She took to the skies and followed the thunder
to the one who would begin their eternal slumber.
The man who would soon receive such a fate
denied the love of someone great.
He told her she was ugly and didn't have time
to give his love to someone who wasn't divine.
Then what happened next
devastated her parents when they read her text.
He had no remorse when he was given the news.
So the angel of death made him pay his dues.
People take things for granted.
That's to be expected.
But professing love is not an act that deserves being disrespected.
If we took the time to think about all of the outcomes
of our choices, the world might not lose so many beautiful voices.
Lee Carter Mar 2020
Placed on pristine pedestal.
Its posture proud,
Its presence phantasmic.
Its position?

Precarious.
Abbas Mar 2020
Are the workings of the mind not unusual?
Does it not make you wonder,
How from one second to the next,
Your thoughts can go from clear and composed,
To muddled and you lose all hope,
Spiralling down a windy road

Of darkness and delusion
Leaving you wondering
What does it really mean
What is the purpose
Of all the pain and anguish you absorb
Cold nights you endure
Pain is all you know;
and nothing else
Is new to you,
Except the uncertainty,
Of what lies beyond those doors you are so afraid to open

It is not at all easy
To see the things you have seen,
witnessed,
Brave the things you have braved,
withstood,
Pain and suffering none can imagine,
None can feel
What you feel inside

Yet you stay strong
Battling every demon
Your mind is strong
Be strong
Let a single moment not define you,
Let a single event not characterise your person,
Let your mistakes be nothing but lessons,
For without them you are a fool
Selfish
To think that you know it all
When in reality you know nothing at all

Read, learn, explore
Challenge yourself
Push your limits
For you truly know you are capable
Of achieving all that it is you set out to do
Fight for what is right
Fight in the name of justice
For those who are deserving

There are always those who wish they were in your shoes
Be not complacent
For you have it all
All that is needed
To chase your dreams,
fight your demons

You are strong,
You need to know.

You are brilliant,
make it show.

You are never alone.
Really, though?

Confusion,

Makes time
go
slow

Confusion,

Makes the mind
feel
alone
The things that go through my mind from time to time
The good and the bad
The right and wrong
It is just difficult at times to believe in yourself and everyone needs to know that they are capable of greatness and that it is normal to be confused
Zack Ripley Aug 2019
You can call me names and make me fall.
But you don't know what I can do when my back's against the wall.
You can mock me and tell me I look like a freak.
But it's okay because these things don't make me weak.
We're all different. So why are we so afraid of how people walk, talk or think?
We're all different. So let's embrace it and have a drink.
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